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Monday, July 13, 2009

Allow me to toot my own horn

But only for a minute, I promise.

On Friday I threw together a meal for the missionaries, having forgotten that I’d signed up over a month ago to have them over for dinner that night. We had made other plans, which didn’t involve me cooking anything that night.

But we love the missionaries and want to support the work they do, plus, and this is the kicker for my kids, they’re girl missionaries AND they know sign language (one of them is even deaf.)

So I cooked up a big pot of spaghetti and literally threw a bunch of stuff together in a saucepan and hoped it would turn into a decent sauce for the pasta.

Guess what? They asked for the recipe! It’s one thing to make something so well following someone else’s recipe that other people want to duplicate it at home, but it’s something else entirely to invent a dish yourself and have people want to duplicate it. I used to be a horrible cook. Ask Chris – it’s completely true. I was awful. But on Friday I felt like I had finally arrived in the culinary world. I’m teetering on the edge of the culinary world, no doubt, but hey, someone liked something I invented, and that’s good enough for me.